Adult Breastfeeding Stories Novels & Stories

I was producing much more milk than one infant could possibly consume and the excess sat in my breasts every morning like pressure building behind a dam. So, I'd resorted to milking myself in the bathroom. Desperate I know. Don't judge me! I'd masturbate with one hand. Working my nipples with the other until the tension released and my fingers were soaked with both my own juice and the milk running from my nipples. Yet, I was still not getting enough of what I actually needed… which was a mouth. An enthusiastic, hungry, greedy mouth. And Charles had apparently retired from the position. I was standing at the kitchen counter still in my robe when the door from the hallway swung open and Ted w

I whined at the loss, empty and aching. Adam brought his glistening fingers to my mouth. “Suck.” I obeyed, tasting myself on him, sucking like I would suck his cock. He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing ragged. “I’ve wanted this for a year,” he confessed, voice raw. “Every time you said good morning I imagined bending you over my desk and filling this tight cunt until you screamed.” I reached down and palmed his massive erection through his pants. It was huge, burning hot. I squeezed and stroked him, feeling it jump in my hand.

I had to pump breast milk for her every time I had to leave for work. Athena grew up around many of her grandmothers. She remembers each of their names, something that took me months before doing (I am really bad with people's names.) She started talking when she was 1 year and 8 months old and at the age of two, she can now make short sentences and use even difficult words for her age. I guess this is because she always hears conversations and statements from much older people from her. She also grew up to be so thoughtful of others. She never fails to greet everyone good morning, good afternoon or good evening. "She gave life to this boring and simple place." That's the statement I always

“I’m sorry. I only meant to taste it like you said. It’s just that the sensation was so wonderful. Your breasts are so big and full and soft, and the nipple felt so good inside my mouth while I sucked your milk…” “Okay,” I said, uncomfortably, as I quickly placed Joseph to that breast. It was now my turn to be embarrassed. I had no idea what to say to such a bit of information. So, I said the truth. “I’ve never sucked a woman’s breast. I had no idea.” As an afterthought, I added, “This was a one-time deal, though.” “You should try it sometime,” she eagerly said. “I’d offer mine, but they’re flat and empty. I think the key is to have them be full of milk.”

Jamari’s POV “What happened after I passed out?” I ask Adam and Morgana. Pulling down on the oversized shirt, a shirt that I have no idea where it came from, I pull little Rose close to my breast in an attempt to feed her. One of the only things that I have learned about being a new mother is that sometimes breastfeeding doesn’t work out the way that we would hope. This wouldn’t be a bad thing if we were in one of the other Realms where there are alternatives to breast milk, but being trapped here in the dark forest doesn't leave me any other options.

She finally grabbed me by the hair and growled, “Stop! I need a break for a minute.” I slid alongside her as she wrapped her thick arms around me and I licked her salty-tasting neck. Her chest was heaving and her lactating breasts were leaking. I French kissed her deeply and moved my mouth to her right tit and began licking and squeezing it, she tried to stop me but I latched on and began sucking like a 30-pound 5-month-old, my mouth filling with the faintly sweet nectar of warm, thin mother’s milk. Eva relaxed as the Oxytocin went to work. An old memory rushing back to me of suckling at my own mother’s full tits when I was as old as 5 as she used it to bribe me to go to kindergarten. My ded

looked like—wide-eyed, drooling, babbling away with dramatic little expressions, fierce in the most babyish way. After half a year of motherhood, Adora no longer felt any shyness about breastfeeding. Even on video, right in front of her husband, she calmly loosened her blouse and nursed their son.

Sleepwalker Chapter 3 Thankfully, Tom kept his eyes closed. It was very humiliating to have my breasts shown to him. Having been breastfed since he was a baby, he had never touched my breasts. I was grateful that he couldn't see the disgusting sight of blubber dripping from his fingertips, even if his hands were viciously ripping at the delicate milk bags that he had once devoured with ravenous appetite.

A/N These are collections of erotic shorts, each accompanied by a brief backstory. Each story differs from the other. They are just collections, and each story will have at least 3 chapters HAPPY READING! TAKING HIS LACTATING STEPSISTER The baby finally slept after a long day of constant crying. She was down with the flu, something the mother never thought a baby would have. As a first-time mother, it had taken a toll on her. She had worked all day, only now getting a reprieve. Her stepbrother, Matt, had been with her throughout the day, not resting, unlike her husband, who had claimed he had some pressing work to take care of, while that was just an excuse.